As a new Mum I was bursting with pride when the kids first began producing works of art. I savoured that first moment with a crayon, carefully filed each new drawing away, marvelled as smiley faces were eventually given arms and legs.
Nine years on and I am still excited, and at times in awe, of the gorgeous work they both produce.
Each afternoon last week two small humans greeted me at the classroom door. I could barely see their smiley faces poking out from behind armfuls of colourful paper, and cardboard. Their year’s artwork.
The last week of school, the week when teachers carefully strip the rooms of creativity and a river of art gently flows toward the family home.
Today I am gleefully drowning in my office, under what has become an ocean of art. In search of my keyboard, I gently shifted the latest art pile to one side of my desk and began to wonder how to use and display all this stunning creativity.
I recalled our daily, mini art shows held after dinner last week. Each child proudly standing up and discussing the collection brought home that day.
Then I remembered the gorgeous Christmas acrostics Phoenix had written. An acrostic is a form of poem in which the first letter of each line spells out a word vertically.
I added a couple of my photos, asked for her permission and here they are for you to enjoy.
I am a very proud Mum.
Christmas a fabulous time of year.